The white-coated researchers following Han Songyue had already pricked up their ears.
The elderly professor leading them had graying hair and wore old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses. Behind the lenses, his eyes were fixed on Chen Hao with the look of someone who had discovered a priceless treasure.
Chen Hao glanced at the researchers in white coats.
"The Special Affairs Bureau can do as it pleases."
One short sentence.
Delivered so casually.
The old professor froze for a second. Then he removed his glasses, wiped them with the hem of his clothes, and put them back on, making sure he had heard correctly.
"Hahahahaha!"
His laughter burst across the shoreline.
Professor Li, chief researcher in energy physics at the Huaxia Academy of Sciences and the founder of the theory of converting Spiritual Energy into Flame Spirit Stones, was in his sixties or seventies. Yet he was laughing like a child who had just received his New Year's money.
He hurried over to Chen Hao, clasped his hand in both of his, and shook it vigorously.
"High God! High God! You have no idea what this corpse means to our research! Xiangliu, the foremost ferocious beast of the Primordial Era, with nine vital channels and nine energy circuits—this is the ultimate specimen of hundreds of millions of years of evolution!"
He shook Chen Hao's hand so hard that his whole arm swayed.
"Professor Li, I've read your paper on converting Spiritual Energy into Flame Spirit Stones."
Professor Li's hands stopped.
"You... you've read it?"
"Yes. In the derivation of the energy decay curve in chapter three, one of the parameters was a little too conservative. The actual conversion efficiency should be about fifteen percent higher than the figure in your paper."
Professor Li's mouth fell open.
The two young researchers beside him exchanged